Kimimaro's voice still had that crisp kid edge, but it was ice-cold—zero emotion.
Hearing that, Momochi Zabuza's eyes sharpened, murder vibes flaring. One hand already ghosted back to the rough, frozen handle of his Executioner's Blade.
Muscles coiled—leopard ready to pounce, turn this bone-boy and his skeleton into confetti.
But right as the killing intent spiked? Zabuza's battle gut screamed. Kid radiated Kaguya crazy—bone-deep bloodlust—but twisted with this empty purity. Dangerous combo.
He swallowed the urge. Ain't worth the headache tangling with a mini Kaguya psycho.
"Nah," Zabuza grunted through bandages, annoyed AF. "Beat it, ghost. Outta my way."
"Oh… not Kiri?"
Kimimaro's needle-sharp hostility? Poof—gone. Like flipping a switch.
He even bowed—perfect polite. "My bad. Didn't mean to bother."
Then? Ghosted. Light hops—melted into the thick-ass fog. Vanished.
Left Zabuza standing there, hand still on the sword, what the hell written all over his face.
"The fuck was that kid on?" he muttered, brow furrowed under wraps. "Polite psycho?"
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Kimimaro kept trekking through the misty woods, head still spinning.
What's the point of all the slaughter?
Why's the clan obsessed with charging to their graves?
Is this my whole deal—last stand, zero chance?
Still don't get it.
Only thing? Chief's orders. That guy said "Need you." Only scrap of "purpose" to drown the soul-eating loneliness.
Pushing through fog so thick sunlight gave up—twilight vibes—he hit a glitch.
Figure materialized from pure shadow, blocking the path.
Pale-ass dude in off-white robes. Skin? Sickly ghost-white. Black hair flowing like ink seaweed.
But the eyes? Golden snake slits—glowing cold, probing, soul-piercing. Evil charm that made your spine tingle.
DANGER. MAX LEVEL.
Every hair stood up. Shikotsumyaku bloodline screamed—bones howling.
Weapon-kid instincts? Attack first.
RIP!
Kimimaro blasted off—ground cratered. Right palm tore open—bone spike exploded out, white-hot sharp, air shredded. Straight for the dude's skinny throat.
Fast. Precise. Brutal. Kaguya prodigy on full display.
But snake-eyes? Didn't even blink.
Casual foot flick—like swatting a fly. Nah—afterimage.
THUD!
Kimimaro never saw it. Just tsunami force smashing his chest.
CRACK! Ribs snapped loud.
Flew back—slammed a tree thick as a house.
PFFFT! Blood sprayed—red mist in the air.
Kid tried crawling up—emerald eyes blazing Kaguya madness.
"Hold up."
Snake dude finally spoke. Voice raspy, magnetic—like night hiss, hypnotic.
Weirdly? Kimimaro froze. Still coiled like a wounded beast, staring daggers—confused, defiant.
"Eager little violent cutie."
Orochimaru—post-Konoha defection, hunting talent—eyed Kimimaro like a rare steak.
Lingered on jade eyes, forehead dot, red tear lines. Settled on bloody bone spike hand—drooling appreciation.
"Relax. Not from your village."
Long, pale finger pointed—distant chaos, fire glow. Smirk loaded.
"Your destination? Your clan 'honoring' themselves? Right there. Go."
Kimimaro hesitated. Abyss vibes terrified—but death? Whatever. Snake eyes weren't lying.
Wiped blood. Ignored chest fire. Bolted that way.
Oro watched the slim, explosive silhouette vanish in fog. Forked tongue slithered over lips.
"Heh… Kaguya Clan."
Low, pleased hiss—like viper tasting air. "Dumb beasts only alive in slaughter. Wasting Shikotsumyaku on brute hacks. Tragic."
Whisper echoed: "But this kid… different."
"Pure bloodline. Young, vibrant body. Soul—blank canvas, starving to be filled… Perfect vessel…"
Oro didn't pounce. Patient hunter. Best fruit ripens.
Body blurred—ink in water. Melted into shadows. Tailed the kid.
Wanna see this gem sparkle in the bloodbath finale.
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Close by—war zone symphony.
Screams. Explosions. Metal clangs. Blood gurgle.
Fire painted half the sky—fog turned hell red.
Kimimaro burst through bushes—hellscape unfolded.
Battle? Massacre endgame.
Kaguya suicide charge vs. Kiri's stacked defenses + numbers? Brutal. Dumb.
Clan bros dropping like wheat—pinned by kunai rain, shredded by water dragons, cleaved.
But faces? Ecstatic. Twisted grins—like death was the ultimate high.
"Only us left?"
Chief—blood-soaked, arm twisted wrong—cackled maniacally.
"Surrounded tighter than a drum! HAHA!"
Gutted dude—intestines peeking, bone-propped—roared sick thrill.
"Defenses tougher than ads! HAHAHA!"
Last few Kaguya—back-to-back, triple-ringed by Kiri ANBU + elites. No escape.
Final beast howl—zero fear. Just bloodlust orgasm.
Surrender? Not in Kaguya vocab.
Kimimaro—bone spikes dripping, clothes soaked red—stood silent in the circle.
Watched enemy faces—snarling, cold, tiny fear. Clan faces—feasting on doom.
Confusion peaked. Empty void.
Why fight? Who am I? Purpose?
Nothing.
Just bone-deep combat wiring + "need you" echo. Slashing through to here.
"Someone… needs me."
Bone blade flashed—machine precise. Pierced a sneaky elite's throat. Blood fountain. Splashed his cold cheek—warm life.
"Only this… only this feeling… proves I'm alive. Not a monster."
Murmur—only he heard. Self-talk or world roast?
Beyond sight—smoke-shrouded high ground. Golden snake eyes locked.
Oro's gaze burned—satisfied, hungry. Tracked every dodge, slash, micro-shift from blank to tiny self-spark.
"Perfect… too perfect. Soon—you'll meet the master who truly needs you. Uses every drop."
Smirk predatory.
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Farther out—towering tree, dozens meters up. Five figures perched on a fat branch, overseeing the carnage.
Fog thin up high. Moon + dawn outlined them sharp.
Leader? Lounging on the edge, legs dangling, chill AF.
Fancy white robes—not ninja gear. Black hair, black eyes, stupid pretty. Gaze? Ancient calm—way older than his face.
Flanking? Four heavy hitters.
Crystal Release Honglian. Ice Release Bai. Soft-spoken glasses mom—Nono. Thunder prodigy Rin Yūri—bouncing, itching to dive in.